The grave, a poem. To which are added An elegy in a country church-yard, by Gray. Death, a poem, by bishop Porteus [&c.].1804 |
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Σελίδα 8
... close wedg'd Hang bellying o'er . But tell us , why this wa ste ? Why this ado in earthing up a carcase That's fallen into disgrace , and in the nostril Smells horrible ? Ye untertakers ! tell us , ' Midst all the gorgeous figures you ...
... close wedg'd Hang bellying o'er . But tell us , why this wa ste ? Why this ado in earthing up a carcase That's fallen into disgrace , and in the nostril Smells horrible ? Ye untertakers ! tell us , ' Midst all the gorgeous figures you ...
Σελίδα 12
... close to his eye Applies the sight - invigorating tube ; And trav'lling thro ' the boundless length of space , Marks well the courses of the far - seen orbs , That roll with regular confusion there , In extacy of thought . But ah ...
... close to his eye Applies the sight - invigorating tube ; And trav'lling thro ' the boundless length of space , Marks well the courses of the far - seen orbs , That roll with regular confusion there , In extacy of thought . But ah ...
Σελίδα 14
... close thro ' ev'ry lane of life , Nor misses once the track , but presses on ; Till , forc'd at last to the tremendous verge , At ace she sinks to everlasting ruin . Sure ' tis a serious thing to die ! my 14 THE GRAVE . )
... close thro ' ev'ry lane of life , Nor misses once the track , but presses on ; Till , forc'd at last to the tremendous verge , At ace she sinks to everlasting ruin . Sure ' tis a serious thing to die ! my 14 THE GRAVE . )
Σελίδα 15
... close than wedded pair ; This wings its way to its Almighty Source , The witness of its actions , now its judge ; That drops into the dark and noisome grave , Like a disabled pitcher of no use . If death was nothing , and nought after ...
... close than wedded pair ; This wings its way to its Almighty Source , The witness of its actions , now its judge ; That drops into the dark and noisome grave , Like a disabled pitcher of no use . If death was nothing , and nought after ...
Σελίδα 17
... close . Death's shafts fly thick ! Here falls the village swain , And there his pamper'd lord ! The cup goes round , And who so artful as to put it by ? ' Tis long since death had the majority ; Yet , strange ! the living lay it not to ...
... close . Death's shafts fly thick ! Here falls the village swain , And there his pamper'd lord ! The cup goes round , And who so artful as to put it by ? ' Tis long since death had the majority ; Yet , strange ! the living lay it not to ...
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The Grave, a Poem. to Which Are Added an Elegy in a Country Church-Yard, by ... Robert Blair Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2016 |
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Almighty arrow cross beneath Bishop Porteus bleeding blood bloom boast breath catholicons cheek cheer COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD cruel dæmon dark dead dead of night Death deep disarm'd dread drops dust E'en e'er earth endless pains ev'n ev'ry fair fame flatt'ring foul gen'ral gen'rous gentle gloomy groan hand hard hunted hast heart Heav'n honour'd horrors hour immortal song joys life's ling'ring liv'd live look loud mankind mansions Methinks mighty nature ne'er neighbours say night nought o'er Offer'd once pain paths of glory Peace pow'r promis'd proud Robert Blair round rouze rude ruin scarce scatter'd shew sight Smil'd smile sons soon soul sound spoils stamp'd strange stream sudden sweet swoln tale tell thee thick thine thing thou thro tomb twas tyrant vex'd warm weary WESTMINSTER ABBEY Whilst wreck wretch yonder younker youth
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Σελίδα 29 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Σελίδα 32 - Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.' The Epitaph Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Σελίδα 31 - With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Σελίδα 29 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Σελίδα 50 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Σελίδα 50 - The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Σελίδα 50 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Σελίδα 31 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth...
Σελίδα 3 - WHILST some affect the sun, and some the shade, Some flee the city, some the hermitage ; Their aims as various, as the roads they take In journeying through life ; — the task be mine To paint the gloomy horrors of the tomb ; Th' appointed place of rendezvous, where all These travellers meet.